A Poop * k8 *
The bread basket did not go unnoticed by Victoria Gellar. She was enjoying its presence all the time. IT WAS JUST THAT GOOD. And she proooomptly replaced the lid as instructed as she chomped down on a piece, her other hand carrying her broom over her shoulder.
And no, she did not THINK FAST ever so the ball whizzed past her, and she shot Professor Kazmi a deadpan look. "I was NOT ready, Professor." And now SHE had to go get it? There was grumbling, for sure, as she beeeeeent over to retrieve it...and...threw it back with all the grace of a hippo doing ballet.
Meaning, the ball probably did not get thrown in a straight path and she was tallying the amount of things she was hORRIBLE at here at Hogwarts. She may be a fair flyer, but she could tell Quidditch was not in the stars for her. How sad.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |